‎‧₊˚✧The Distance Between✧˚₊‧

Part 8

Time froze for a second. Charles looked into Mila's dark eyes, her pupils dilating as he stared. He ran his hand along her cheek and brought her face to his. Mila closed the gap between the two, gently bringing their lips together. The connection felt as though she had been waiting her whole life for this one moment, she never wanted it to end.

Charles drew away, "Mila?" He asked, almost out of breath.

"Yes Charles?"

"Do you want to do this? I want to, but it will be difficult. The press, your job, we need to be careful."

"I would do anything for you Charles. I want to be with you. The night at the club, you showed me how a relationship should really be, and if that is how it is with you I can't imagine anything better."

Charles smiled, he pulled Mila closer to him, as she ran a hand through his hair. "I want you more than anything I could imagine. We need to take things slow I think. We have both gotten out of some bad relationships recently, so as long as I know you are all in, I will wait for you to be okay."

She kissed Charles again. His lips were turned into a smile against hers, and as she deepened the kiss, he pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her.

I never want this to end.

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"Ugh, I need to get my room key."

"Yeah, I hoped you would forget and stay with me again tonight." Mila joked, but the infliction in her voice told Charles she was being sincere.

"I mean, there is nothing to say I can't. I just need to get clothes and stuff."

"True. Go do that Charlie, I need to get dressed and start some work."

"I will. I will see you later though, okay? I am meeting up with Pierre, and Kika will be there. You can meet her."

"Okay, I'll see you then."

Charles put on his clothes from the night before gross and left Mila's room. He walked to reception to get a new key and met Carlos on the way back to his room.

"How are you mate? Sleep well?" Carlos innocently asked.

Charles froze, does he know? Surely not.

"Yeah, comfy beds they have here, air-con is good too, not too hot in my room." Charles attempted to not be suspicious, and thankfully was successful. Carlos is so oblivious. The two chatted until they reached their rooms, saying goodbye to each other and good luck for qualifying tomorrow, incase they didn't see each other.

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Charles heard a knock on his door, he opened it without thinking, believing it was Mila.

"Hey, did I leave something in your room?"

"No mate, who did you think I was?" Pierre smiled at his friend, confused.

"Oh shit Pierre! Come in mate."

"You are a player Leclerc. Who is the lucky woman."

"Nooo Pierre it's not like that. I forgot my key last night and stayed with Mila. Nothing sexual."

"Not your ideal situation then, huh."

"Stop, it's not like that. I really like her, and she likes me too. We might've... kissed."

"Shit Charles you are a player! You only saw her for the first time in ages yesterday, you slept in her bed and kissed her too, she must really like you."

Pierre hugged Charles and patted him on the back.

"Okay mate it's not that big of a deal. It was one kiss."

"Yeah but you were so hurt by she who shall not be named that I was worried you weren't gonna come back for a while. I'm happy for you."

"I'm happy too. Really happy."